The next day, the trio from the agency rode their little electric scooter to City Number Six once again.
The magical artifact refined from the bones of a White Dragon Colt grew faster and faster to drive as Yue Wen's cultivation advanced. Running on the speed-limitless cross-city road, it swept past like a gust of wind.
Passing cars had passengers glance out, only to feel as though something had just whooshed past.
A traffic police officer pulled over an overloaded sedan, escorting the dozen or so family members out to take statements one by one. A man with some cultivation glanced at the flying electric scooter and shouted hurriedly, "They're overloaded too! Can one electric scooter carry three people?"
When the writing officer raised his head, he only saw a trail of white afterimages ahead. He blinked. "You call that an electric scooter?" That was clearly an immortal master driving a magical artifact, only flying far too low...
Soon, the three stopped at the entrance of the City Number Six psychiatric hospital.
Looking at the building before her, Zhao Xing'er was somewhat puzzled. "Boss, didn't you say you were taking us to find a way to improve our strength?"
Qi Dian also asked, "What are we supposed to learn at a psychiatric hospital?"
"Heh." Yue Wen chuckled and said, "I thought about it carefully. When masquerading as evil cultivators, I can't use righteous supernatural techniques; I have to rely on the two of you, right? And you can't use supernatural techniques either, relying solely on physical strength."
"In other words, wanting to boost combat power means only improving your physiques."
"To improve physiques in a short time, cultivation is too late. We can only rely on medicine."
Zhao Xing'er wore a worried expression. "Does your medicine have side effects? I